E.A.T.O.N.

Chapter 4

"Welcome to the choosing ceremony"

The voice of the Candor representative filled the air.

"Today, you will choose your factions. Before now you have followed your parents paths. Now you will pave your own."

I didn't know who this person was, but I didn't really care.

"Long ago, there was a Great War. Our ancestors blamed five different things for the destruction of our city."

Oh will he just get on with it.

"Those who blamed aggression formed Amity."

If Anna didn't choose Abnegation, I think she would go to Amity. I could imagine her in the green fields seeking peace.

"Candor was made from those who blamed dishonesty."

I don't think Anna will choose Candor, but I'm not sure.

"If you thought cowardice was to blame, you joined Dauntless."

Anna definitely would not pick Dauntless. I could not see her jumping into the pit any day soon.

"The people that blamed selfishness became Abnegation."

She was definetely going to come back to Abnegation. She loved it here, she loved me, and she is the most selfless person I know.

"The rest blamed ignorance and formed Erudite."

Anna would never join Erudite. They're the sworn enemy of Abnegation, and we as a family have never liked them. Every time I ask Anna, she tells me off for being too curious, but then explains that she hates the Erudite with a passion. Along with Dauntless, Erudite is a faction I could never imagine Anna in. 

The Candor man talks on for a bit longer, but to be honest, I'm not paying attention. Suddenly I hear him call out the first name.

"Zinara, Penny."

They go in reverse alphabetical order, so Anna will be near the end.

Penny, dressed head to toe in blue, picks up the knife and drops her blood into the water. She doesn't transfer. No surprise there, I guess.

"Zammy, Thomas."

Thomas, who's a fellow Abnegation, drops his blood onto the stones. The Abnegation subtly smile to each other, and his parents look delighted.

"Yellow, Isabella."

Isabella steps on to the stage, dressed in Candor black and white. Calmly, she picks up the knife and cuts her hand, dropping blood on to the coals. The Dauntless hoot with excitement and the Candor look visibly upset. She's the first faction transfer.

It continues on like this for what seems like an eternity until Anna's name is called.

"Eaton, Anna."

Anna, walking with her natural poise and stance, makes her way to the stage. She picks up the blade and our eyes lock. There is sympathy in them, and I don't know why. Suspicious. She drives the knife into her palm and, taking a deep breath, drops it in the water.

I can't breathe.